Spill

Spoken word over silence, I'm feeling numb
Fallen poet, low-key, still keep it dumb
Poem's sung, no outcome, just dreaming none
How you feeling, son?

Champagne spilt, lights out, lay still

My base hell, been living on a haste and it tastes real
My days built, hardship when days kill
I'm timeless but lame still
And I only want a taste of the praise feel, uh

Tryna capture the sight
Of living in a world where do what I like
Bright light of a night, send what I write
Like poems at night and keep my focus
Floating over like kite
I'm stacking emotions and dosing potions
For flowing precise, uh

Like street sales, it's burnt pages
Slowly pacing and aimless but facing higher stages
Searching greatness and lacing powder with motivation
Placing patience over how bias sees 'em
Put two words, making
Still keeping my head over matter where y'all be all over the nonsense

Faded emotion on belated hours and ruin the process
My mind is honest, kosher
I ponders with comments I'm led upon and so
Go and stash for my flowing sonnet, for my flowing sonnet

Life's a bitch, looking in the mirror as I'm writing this
Tryna catch a glimpse of the beast that is hidden
And is living in the one that is writing this, uh
I am the shit, they know it but deny it
Put my soul into these lyrics and you think that you can buy it, nah

Try to walk a mile in my shoes, boy
I'ma shock you like my name's Zeus, boy
It ain't news, boy, you gon' lose, boy
And that's truth, boy

Why you act like I gotta pay dues, boy
While you over there sipping no juice, boy
Your standpoint looking kinda loose, boy, ooh
The minute that you dive in, you might
Lose your breath like what's next
Leave a pool on the ground, baptize yourself
These strange waters will haunt us until we martyrs
For starters, we're not our fathers we slaughtered
Don't even bother

Been working on this for the most of my life
And I won't take advice if you looked at me twice
But then noticed in fact I am larger than life
I'm greater, I am greater than you and I
Like I'm born to fight, like I'm born to die
On this fucking ride, on this fucking ride
So let's fucking ride

Spoken word over silence, I'm feeling numb
Fallen poet, low-key, still keep it dumb
Speak in tongues, no outcome, only heating lungs
And I'm feeling none